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David Bowie: 1947-2016

This morning I woke up to savor my usual coffee, only to be surprised by the sound of my own gasping. It was true: David Bowie, a man who had a profound effect on me as a child, had died. I felt a heavy weight of sadness over my head all day. It was as if a loved one had passed away. And he was. This man was someone who made me dance, encouraged me to embrace my weirdness, pushed me to strut my stuff like a dandy, and inspired me to dress up in any form of my choosing. I lapped up every single lyric like gospel. What does this mean now, to live in a world where David Bowie no longer walks the same streets as I do? To know that such creativity no longer exists? I don’t know. But I know for certain that I will continue to listen. I will continue to celebrate this man. And for that, I can rest with some ease tonight knowing that in some ways, he will exist forever. Rest in power.